Stain in God's Garden

Stain in God's Garden

Oh! Bask in the beauty of God's garden

Perfect are the creations stored within

But in the corner, unknown to the warden

Lies a being, too small, too dim

Vines as shackles; Roots that hold

The body and soul is tortured

The little fellow lies and slowly dies

Warmth escapes; no hope in sight

As far as the boy can remember

Sadness always crept behind

Anxiousness anchors at the heart

And the boy lived for a while

Memories flash and tear roll down

The happiness once felt, nowhere to be found

He says, "Maybe...perhaps"

I am but a stain in the garden of God

Author's Note

just ignore it